Category Archives: aging

Yes, it wearies us.

Posted on April 2, 2021 by RosieL

If you’ve read only a few of my posts, you’ll have realised my obsessions. Even the ones I’m ashamed of. I dwell on family and health and broken bones and friendships and ageing and dying, amongst other things. Oh, yes. … Continue reading →

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Snow white or rose red.

Posted on October 9, 2020 by RosieL

Yes, the world is going to hell in a hand-basket. Even if I just type the one word, pandemic, there’s enough evidence for the pessimism, the foreboding, the fuzzy unknown future. Add to your basket if you need more proof. … Continue reading →

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Buckets of rain, buckets of tears.

Posted on July 12, 2020 by RosieL

I went to my friend’s funeral. It was a long journey, full of rain. I carried a dog scuffle injury. There were so many familiar faces there. Words were spoken, stories told, pictures shown. Laughs, tears, lemon slice, memories of … Continue reading →

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Woof woof.

Posted on February 22, 2020 by RosieL

So. Maybe I’ll just write about the living of a life past retirement age. No great advice, no great wisdom, no great insights, no great answers. Just gentle tales, a beach at low-tide with such small waves lapping onto the … Continue reading →

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So here we are then.

Posted on February 15, 2020 by RosieL

It’s like breaking a record really. A how many years can you go between blog posts sort of record. I might have started a new blog of course, now that I feel ready to hit the keyboard again. I thought … Continue reading →

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…there are people who stay and people who go, and people who are taken away against their will.

Posted on October 20, 2014 by RosieL

You construct a conversation from the small things. Just as you do in everyday life. How are you feeling, what’s the food like, are they looking after you well, are you sleeping alright, do they know how long you’ll be … Continue reading →

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More years.

Posted on January 14, 2014 by RosieL

I have been singing the praises of John Safran’s book, Murder in Mississippi. Recommending it left, right, and center, almost as if I was back in my working life and this was a part of my job. I’ve been lost … Continue reading →

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At the shallow end.

Posted on December 20, 2013 by RosieL

More by luck than good management, my hairdressers have been quite gifted. Artistes, it has been said, sometimes by people who’ve gone to them too and can’t stand the palaver as they decide what to do next. I must admit … Continue reading →

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Remembering you.

Posted on October 28, 2013 by RosieL

My friend comes to visit. We have not seen each other, face to face like this, for over two years she estimates. We have not spoken together on the phone for over a year. But our friendship spans close to … Continue reading →

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Doing lunch.

Posted on October 12, 2013 by RosieL

I have lunch with my friend from the village days. Now that our village is so hectic and touristy we drive out to another smaller, calmer village where it is easy to get a car park. My friend chooses beetroot … Continue reading →

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